Status : And if I did have a choice, I'd never want to live forever;
Just let me have a voice so I can make my points.
I can't imagine running a race with no finish line,
Just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time.
I love giving but I'm bad at receiving.
The truth is, I'd prefer to be the one bleeding.
But I'm a paranoid that stays between play and work;
Cautious and aware, 'cause I'm afraid of being hurt;
Which brings me to the issue, and that would be this:
How often must I ask myself why I exist?
I feel like a freak, this world is a circus.
Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose.